Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.